None of the participants inside Grimvale Forest had expected the rain to last this long when it first started. It was as though the heavens were angry and had let down their wrath in a relentless downpour, with gushing wind that swiped fiercely at the trees and tore through the leaves.
The sounds of thunder were constant and so loud that they seemed to shake the very land beneath. The rain poured down in thick veils, obscuring vision and casting the entire atmosphere in the gloom of evening, despite it being only late afternoon.
For the past few days, not a single drop of rain had fallen on the land, and in a place where it mostly rained all year round, it was as if the skies had decided to make up for the lost days in this one merciless storm.
While many within the forest had found shelter, a lone, small figure pressed on through that ominous weather and cutting wind, never once wanting to give up, nor seeking refuge.
